Black Parade

Crows have nestled
On a church
It was a sign
Of the black search
The secret
Of the oceans deep
The guards, the warriors
No longer asleep
The forests were safe
But that was the past
The good things in life
Now come in the last
All doves were burned
Or put in a cage
To let the full power
Of the black parade rage
You can never be careful
Or lucky in hell
For it was the curse
Of the black parade spell!